Hard. Massaging my hips. Caressing my breast suckling my breast deeper deeper. Harder. Ghost like kisses softly circling my vagina.tugging.pulling.. s...e nuzzled me slowly..tenderly between my legs with her teeth. Massaging my between my legs.. stroking..caressing my vagina slowly..deeply.’yes...’ she growled.suckling me deeply.on my vagina. Circling my curls with cool kisses and licks.cupping my breast caressing my nipple gently tugging.turning..twirling my nipple between her fingers .. “Fuck... I’m... gonna...” The boy started to grunt. He couldn’t even finish before he started to pump his cum into my backside. The guy at my mouth was quick to follow, he pushed deep inside and I felt warm liquid hit my throat. As they both pulled out, I was quickly filled back up by another team. I didn’t have time to catch my breath. The more this pair worked on me, the less pain I felt. Soon pleasure started to take over and my moans of pain turned into ones of pleasure. The quickly dumped. “Guess it’s my turn!” Carl said as he kissed John and stumbled out the door naked while carrying his jumpsuit. Craig and John carried on, less frenetic but still totally involved with each other until their bodies wouldn’t generate any more cum let alone keep their cocks hard. “Whew … Carl was right. You are hot!” John found a motel room where he could shower and calm down. A short nap and he was undecided if he should get back on the road or enjoy the. The sort of place you might find in a side street of a French city, with food so good you wondered why the chef hadn’t made a career somewhere bigger.I had snails in garlic butter to start and she had carpaccio of beef, sliced so thin it looked like the pattern on the plate rather than food on top of it. We both had coq au vin to follow and we shared a bottle of Julienas, a Beaujolais.The wine soon relaxed us and we chatted happily. She told me about her childhood in Marseille and how she had.